The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-06-08

was attending the medical college TO
h~.r his sons graduating Grafton.
Mr. Stuart was the model farmer
of the Sandy Fork neighborhood. He
was not the wcalthiest nor the most
aristocratic, perhaps, but then he was
what is called well-to-do In the world.
very quiet and pleasant, having but
few enemies and many warm friends.
Perhaps he was not rs wealthy or inllu-
entail rs either Taylor, Evans or
Arnold, whose farms were near or
adjoining his, but his word went rs far
as either, and he never gave his note,
As Newton was west of the Stuart
farm, the rays of the setting sun fell on
the woman'S face, and she was COM
PEELED To shade her eyes with her clean
white apron.
"Oh, mother, are you looking for
them already P" asked a bright, CHEEKY
moment there came bounding down
the gravel walk Il beautiful girl about
fifteen years of age, with large dark
eyes and hair. She pushed the gate
open and took a look down the road,
shading her eyes with her hands.
us it time, mother ?" she asked, for
her mother had been too busy with her
thoughts aud watching TO answer her
first question.
eyes, dear, it is almost time" the
mother answered, her very tones dcnot-
ing kindness.
"How long have you been here,
mother ?"
"Not long"
"Oh, mother, knew YOU would be
watching for Warren long before he
came. Do you suppose he has grown
much ?'
"No, not since we saw him."
"Ic has been gone so long; oh so
long"
Eyes, he's been gone all winter"
"And now he'll be doctor, won't
he ?"
"Ycs, I hope So" the mother
answered, rs if she knew that every
diploma does not make the man whose
name is written therein doctor.
"Oh, want to see brother Warren
So bad" said the anxious sister, swing
ing upon the gate and humming Il
tune.
The youngest brother, who had
remained at home to plow in the
fields, now came by riding one pillow
horse and leading the other, and asked
"if it was not time for them to Gomez
almost, William said the mother;
Ego and put your horses away and feed
them; 10y that time they will be here,
| expect
William, who was only thirteen years
of age, was rather young for a pillow
boy, but he was large and able To "man-
age team almost as well rs CLAIR
cncc, who was four years older.
Don't you hear the wagon, Rose ?'
Mrs. Stuart asked.
"Whcrc P" quericd the dark-cyed
girl, breaking off the air she was hum
ming and ceasing to swing on the
creaky gate.
"Down at the bridge"
Eyes, | do; they are crossing the
bridge now" cried Rose. letting 90 the
gate and ready to fly down the road to
meet her father and long absent
brother.
"No, no, don't" said her mother.
'it may bc some stranger crossing the
bridge, and you will feel somewhat en-
barrasscd to be running to meet him"
go. I'd just pretend the pet lamb had
got away, or the calf was ont of the lot,
and | had been sent after it," said
Rose, with n merry laugh.
Mrs. Stuart smiled as she gazed into
the happy face of her daughter. But
the attention of both were fixed upon
the road. The sun had now kindly
dipped behind the tree-tops, so there
was no need to shade their eyes
longer, though the light was Yet brill
liant and glorious. There was no
sound after the wagon had crossed the
bridge, and mother and daughter knew
it was crossing the sandy strip at the
foot of the hill. Soon the light rattle
Of a wagon could be heard. There is
something in the chucking Of n wagon
by which we can almost recognize one
from another.
Mrs. Stuart felt sure this was her
husbands vehicle, yet, for fear she
might be mistaken, she dared not say so.
To have expressed even firm belief
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